Ending a Lonely Marriage: Never Seen Again After Divorce

Violette did not answer and closed her eyes.

"Are you going to keep your mouth shut? Fine, shut your mouth forever!" Hans angrily got up from beside her bed and left the room.

He ordered a servant outside the door. "From now on, Violette is not allowed to leave the house. Her daily food is only bread and water. She must learn to live like a poor person. Don't give her any other food."

In the days that followed, she ate only bread and water, causing her body to become increasingly thin and frail.

This made Irene feel powerful in the house, and she took the opportunity to torment Violette by ordering the servants to give her stale bread.

Violette consoled herself with the fact that her divorce was only five days away. She spent her time in her glass house.

She heard the maids whispering next to her glass house, thinking Violette couldn't hear them.

"Oh my... I've never seen Mr. Lombardi so wild and reckless during sex. Hans isn't even like that with Mrs. Lombardi."

The maids giggled.

"I feel sorry for Mrs. Lombardi. She has no idea that while she is locked up, her husband is sleeping with another woman right next to her room."

"Shh, you don't know, Mrs. Lombardi is as cold as a refrigerator. She must be boring in bed, which is why Mr. Lombardi is bored. Besides, we all know that five years ago, Mr. Lombardi's first love was Irene. I'm sure the death of the second young master had something to do with Mr. Lombardi so he could take his sister's wife. Damien must be his biological son. Otherwise, why would Mr. Lombardi make him the heir to the Lombardi family? "

" That's for sure. Since Miss Laurent moved into this house, Mr. Lombardi smiles more often. He treats her like a queen. They go on vacation to various countries, just the three of them, Mr. Lombardi, Damien, and Miss Laurent. They are a real family."

Violette clenched her hand holding the flower watering can while the maids had left.

She came out of the greenhouse and bumped into Damien, who was running down the hallway. He almost knocked her over.

Violette caught his hand before Damien fell.

"Damien, I've told you many times not to run. You'll get hurt," she said gently.

Although Damien was Irene's son, Violette had raised him since he was a baby. She still loved him.

"Stop pretending to care about me! You're not my mother! I hate you!" Damien snapped and pushed her away.

"Damian," Violette looked at him gloomily. "Even though I'm not your biological mother, you shouldn't yell at me and be rude to me. I have raised and loved you all this time. "

Damien grinned arrogantly.

"You're only pretending to be nice to me because you're afraid Daddy will leave you! You're a barren woman who's jealous of my mommy! If you're nice and beg me, I might persuade Daddy not to kick you out of this house, you barren woman."

Violette stared at him in pain, her voice choked. "Damien, who taught you to say such cruel things?"

"Is that wrong? You're barren. My daddy only loves my mommy! You forced my mommy to go abroad and took me away from her. If it weren't for you, me, Daddy, and Mommy would have been living happily together for a long time!”

Damien pushed Violette roughly and hard until she fell onto the hard ground.

Suddenly, a sharp pain appeared in her stomach. Her face turned pale.

"Damien, don't be rough!" Hans suddenly appeared with Irene.

He scolded Damien and pushed him unconsciously, then checked on Violette with a worried expression. "Are you okay?"

"My stomach..."

Before Violette could finish her sentence, Damien's loud cries could be heard.

"Daddy doesn't love me anymore! Mommy, it hurts!"

Hans' attention was immediately drawn to Damien, who was crying in Irene's arms.

His small palms were scraped and bleeding.

"Hans, I'm sorry for Damien's behavior. Please don't hurt him like this. After all, Damien is small, how could he push someone as big as Violette to the ground?" Irene said. Her eyes were teary, tears streaming down her beautiful blue eyes as if her heart ached to see her son hurt.

A guilty expression flashed across Hans's face, and he quickly grabbed Damien and calmed him in his arms. "I'm sorry, Daddy was wrong. Damien, don't cry anymore."

"Daddy, it hurts, my hands are bleeding..."

"Daddy will take you to the hospital." Hans stood up anxiously.

"Hans, my stomach hurts..." Violette tried to call out to him, her voice weak from the pain in her stomach.

Hans turned without glancing at Violette and left.

Irene smiled triumphantly at Violette, then left following Hans.

Violette lowered her eyes to the cold ground, her shoulders slumped as if she had lost all hope. She covered her face and laughed. Her hopes had soared for a moment when Hans showed concern for her, then those hopes fell cruelly in an instant.

The laughter turned into cries of pain.

Pain spread through her body. She curled up, feeling warm liquid flowing down her thigh. Violette's face paled as she saw blood flowing from her leg and pooling on the ground.

"Ah! Ma'am!" A gardener passing by found Irene and shouted in panic as he approached her. "I'll call Mr. Lombardi."

Violette immediately held his hand. "No need. Call an ambulance, take me to the hospital. And please tell the hospital to keep my identity confidential."

They arrived at the hospital. As Violette had requested, the doctors kept her presence at the hospital confidential.

"Where is Mr. Lombardi? We've called him, but he's not answering the phone!" a nurse said anxiously. "We need him to sign the consent form."

"Ma'am, what should we do? Mr. Lombardi isn't answering his phone even though I've called twenty times using your number," the gardener said anxiously.

The doctor said seriously, "We can't wait. The situation could be dangerous for Mrs. Lombardi if we wait any longer. This child cannot be saved because of the delay, and Mrs. Lombardi's body is severely malnourished..."

Violette turned to look at the nurse and took the consent form. "Perform the surgery. This child... I don't need it anymore."

She had waited for this child for fifteen years. She found out about her pregnancy today and lost it on the same day.

Hans had always looked forward to this baby coming into their lives. But he wasn't there when this child needed him to save her.

Violette took off her wedding ring and threw it in the trash.

"Okay, we'll perform the surgery immediately, ma'am."

Violette stared at the ceiling of the operating room. Her face was pale, her lips colorless and marked with bite marks because she kept biting them.

The doctors and nurses were busy around her, preparing the equipment for the surgery.

"Mrs. Lombardi, we're about to begin the surgery. We'll give you anesthesia so you won't feel any pain."

"No need. Don't give me anesthesia."

She needed a reminder of when the fully developed fetus was removed from her womb and how Hans was not present.

"Okay, start the operation."

"Yes, doctor."

Violette felt something being pulled out of her body, and the pain grew sharper. She tried not to cry, but her tears could no longer be held back.

"It's over, Mrs. Lombardi. The fetus has been removed."

Violette felt her body go weak, and everything went dark.

Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.